the shots I give are deadly,
like pastor troy im ready ,
ill kidnapp and wrap that boy,
clap my strap a plastic toy,
lose your belt like what happen roy,
pack your casket you rap bastad,
I got a trey-five-seven mack-eleven 4 pound,
s-and the a-k holden me down,
you think this is a game until your layin,
body in a trunk decayen,
while your fams at home prayen,
you cant pay what you weighen,
I shoot shit up like shyne,
all the time im on my grind,
sraight out tha FOUR-ONE-NINE